The Trouble With “Too Nice”

I’ve lately started wondering about the sort of dysfunction one must experience and internalize to look at a potential romantic partner and judge them “too nice.”

What does it even mean to be too nice? Am I so accustomed to assholes that I’m instantly suspicious of nice guys? (Hint: yes) By picking on this non-existent character flaw, am I just walking out self-sabotage once again? (Ugh…yes)

There’s something to be said for digging into my thoughts, feelings, and assumptions — asking myself where they come from, what they’re based on. Without allowing space for self-examination, I will either stick to the patterns I know (whether or not they’re healthy and/or getting the desired results) or go through life applying the guess-and-check method of walking through relationships. Hey, it worked in math class! Granted, it took a lot longer than using a more appropriate strategy, but I got there eventually.

I don’t have time, though, to waste on guess-and-check. “Whimsy” is fun (and heaven knows this Sagittarius loves her some fun), but “intentional” is what I need right now. I mentioned a few posts ago that I needed to be more intentional about how I move with The Leo. I wrote it without even knowing how true it was. I’m going to see him tonight. We’re going to talk (self-doubt be damned), and regardless of how that goes, I’m going to have peace knowing that I was intentional about how I approached this relationship.